Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

He Says The 'L' Word For The First Time

Holy crap this one's long. Here you go guys and I hope you enjoy!

Dean's POV-
"(Y/N), I know you're probably fast asleep right now, but I've been wanting to say this for a while now. I'm not sure if I should, because every woman I get close to meets a terrible fate. All I can do is hope that you will be different. I can't imagine my life without you and I don't even want to, to be honest. You complete me in so many ways, I'd actually have to be good at maths to count them all. What I want to say is, that I love you. And I hope you love me too, because things would get awkward" I smile down at the sleeping beauty in my arms, knowing that she hasn't heard a word I said.

Sam-
I brush the sleep out of my eyes, yawning and slowly sit up off the comfy bed. It's not every day I get to sleep in, so I am going to be enjoying this. As I look around the room in search for Sam, I notice a note set atop our wooden dresser. In confusion, I walk over and read what it says. 'As it is our two year aniversary, I have decided to send you on a hunt. Go to each of the places the notes say, collect a word, and unscramble it. When you do, come back here. First, go to the cafe shop where we first kissed." The note reads, sending a huge smile to my face. Alright, let's get this on.
After two hours, I've been to the cafe shop where we first kissed, the lake where we had our latest date and Dean's Impala where we first had sex. As I walk through the hallways of the bunker, I read the notes and unscramble the various letters. Just as I finish putting them into order, I walk into mines and Sam's room. He's standing in front of the bed, a bouquet of white and red roses in hand and a nervous smile in place. The notes say 'I Love You'

Gabriel-
I scream his name as pure ecstasy washes through me in waves and I collapse next to him on the large bed. Holy shit that was refreshing. Just what I needed. I turn my head to face him with a smile, kissing his swollen lips gently. He's got this faraway look in his eyes. He's had it there lately, and I'm staring to get a little worried. "(Y/N), I have to tell you something..." He trails off, not making eye contact with me. All of a sudden, I get this sinking feeling in my stomach. Oh no. "I... I think I love you" he whispers, turning his head to face me. Whoa. That went in a completely different direction. It takes me a few seconds to register what a said but as soon as I do a wide smile spreads along my face and I grab his face in my hands, kissing him passionately. "I love you too, Gabe."

Castiel-
"(Y/N)? I spoke to Dean and he says I should tell you..." Castiel trails off after randomly appearing in my room. I set down my phone and look at him in confusion. "Go ahead, Cas" I say, slightly uneasy. Dean is an idiot. I love him like a brother, but he's a colossal idiot and his advice are shit. A look of confusion settles onto his beautiful face. "I have this feeling. I don't know how to describe it. I asked Dean, and he said that the feeling is 'love'" he says, using air quotations around the word 'love'. My eyes widen a fraction, my palms getting sweaty. "Cas. Y-You love me?" I ask in astonishment, getting off my bed and standing in front of him. He nods his head, smiling slightly. At this, I jump up and wrap him in a tight hug, a stray tear falling down my cheek.

Crowley-
I take a seat next to Crowley on my own throne, taking his hand in mine so they rest between the hand rests. He places a special order for my own throne a couple of months back, and I can't complain. "Alright, start painting." Crowley calls to the demon, who set up his easel and paints a few feet in front of us. Crowley proposed that we get a portrait of us that he can hang in his study, so he can look at us two together while he's working. So, I put on my best black and red outfit and got my make up and hair done by a professional. All complimented with my best bitchface. Although we could have just taken a photo... We stay like this for what seems like hours, and I guess it is, when the guy finally puts his paintbrush down with a grim face. Good luck to him if he screwed something in it up. We both stand up and make our way to the painting, and what I see takes my breath away. It's beautiful. The dark colours really make our features stand out. I look at Crowley, who's obviously impressed. "Like it?" The demon asks, seeming a little self conscious. I smile and nod. "I love it. Almost as much as I love (Y/N)" he says quietly, still marvelling upon the glorious painting. My head whips to the right, a surprised expression making itself visible on my face. "You do?" I ask, eyes widening. He looks at me, a smug smile on his face, obviously happy that he took me by surprise. "What makes you think I wouldn't?" A rhetorical question. I glance at the painter and point to the door, telling him to get out. As he closes the door behind him, a cheeky grin spreads across my lips.

Kevin-
I sit next to Kevin on the sofa, picking off my book where I left it before the doorbell rang. Just the postman delivering something Kevin ordered from eBay. I get about halfway through the page, before I register Kevin softly singing Elvis Presley. "I can't help, falling in love with you" he sings, looking at me with a smile. Did he just... I set my book down and pull him into a tight hug, kissing him all over his face. He chuckles, pulling me into his lap and kissing me back with passion.

Lucifer-
"You're a cunt! It's three am and you just got home, pissed drunk. That's twice this week. You're sleeping on the sofa tonight, Lucifer." I growl at him, throwing him his pillow and a blanket. Why does he keep doing this? Does he not realize what this is doing for our relationship? He looks at me with sad eyes, picking the items off the floor. I roll my eyes and stomp up the stairs, but turn back around as a wave of thirst hits me. As I walk down the stairs for a glass of water, I hear slurring of words mixed with actual words coming from Lucifer. "Maayby I will tell hwr tmorwow. I lowe hwr..." The voice is filled with sadness and empathy. My heart skips a beat. Did he just say he... I run down the rest of the stairs and jump onto his back, knocking us both off balance and onto the carpeted floor. "I love you too, you knobhead!" I squeel, kissing him. I can fell the distant taste of Jack Daniels in his mouth, but I choose to ignore it. I look down at him as I sit on top of him, a smile spreading across my face. "You're still sleeping on the sofa, idiot"